The sound of the screeching door cut into the music. Ignoring it, I continue playing. Assuming, it's just a servant. But then between the strings of the harp, I see a pale orange dress walk into view. I look up seeing the face of my little sister Zora, her crimped hair pinned behind her head and her big lips in a grinning smile. I know that smile, it's the one she has when she is up to trouble. I stop playing so I can concentrate on what she has to say. "Why did you stop? it sounded beautiful" she asks. The moment I stopped playing, the voices return to whisper in my ear. And the thought of strangling my sister with the strings of the harp plagues my mind. "I assume there was a reason my darling little sister came here, and It would be rude not to stop so I could hear what you have to say," I reply to her question. "I am bored out of my mind, we need to do something." Zora declares."If you are bored go read a book" I suggest even though I know she won't accept that idea. "No, I wanna do something exciting I wanna sneak down to the market."
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